Dream's Mysterium

Tag: poets

  • The Tiniest Word

    The tiniest word must be whispered. It mustn’t be uttered aloud. It leaves on the skin such a blister, I don’t think it’s even allowed! The tiniest word’s a confession. The powerful will not reveal, About what they’re doing to lessen The portion that’s yours in this deal. To hear it you must be prepared…

  • Black

    A cheerful sigh Emitted by  A worldly man of means. The beast above With lack of love Avoids the joyful scene. But if he prays He’ll see today The demon answers back. With blessings told To one so bold Whose soul is painted black.

  • A Poem a Day

    A poem a day Keeps the nightmares away; But for you A few will do. If life were love Would you live me forever? If I were to rhyme orange Would you think that was clever? If I had no principles would you have left? If I was like you, an unprincipled mess?

  • Inferior

    In every single form of life on Earth Exists the exact same spark of self-awareness Even those confused about the worth Of every other creature can’t deny this. One human fault is that most are blind To anyone’s experiences other than ours. An inherent flaw that leaves us all behind As other creatures congregate with…

  • Your Lips

    Leave Bruises where they kiss My skin But there’s  Pleasure In the pain

  • Irreverant

    You’re told to be reverent But never to whom A whim, an idea? A tired concept society moved past— Even if some haven’t moved with it? So I say to the masses, Never assume Is it reverent for faith To fill you with fantasy? Or noble to do ill In the guise of doing good?

  • Most of Me

    Most of me is Mostly free But part of me  Is yours.

  • Sandman

    Oh, Sandman they call Morpheus Would you come to bring me dreams? Oh, any kind at all will do  Just don’t go to extremes You see it seems my waking life’s  Become sort of a drag If I endure a minute more  I think that I should gag

  • Ain’t Suicidal

    Wanna fucking die but I ain’t suicidal Depression comes in waves  And this one is fucking tidal Knowledge is deadly and there isn’t any cure The good die young but the evil ones endure.

  • Unwritten Love Songs

    How many unsaid words Exist inside my head? Unwritten lines of poetry Unpublished and unread? How many brilliant works of art Will I not make today? How many heartfelt love songs languish While I toil away?

  • Simulation

    I need to speak to whomever you are Running this simulation. I’ve found a bug in this here game You see, I’ve been born into the wrong timeline. I wasn’t supposed to be put here Where I can do no good Where no one heeds my brilliant words I belong in a different dimension Where…

  • Point of No Return

    Thousands of years ago, let’s say ten: A society doomed to fall— Our point of no return was then Not ahead of us at all.

  • Do Not Fear Death — Fear Life

    Most go quietly and willingly in the end It’s not really something to spend your life in fear of The end comes for everyone in time The worst possible thing is you approach that moment with regrets So live like you are dying—you are—and live out your wildest dreams.

  • Drop Out

    How can you go on with your regular day When ev’rything we need to survive is in danger? Do you not realize how little is left Of time I am speaking—I stand here bereft. I wish I could get you to listen to me 24 hours a day do I plead. If any of you…

  • A Shame!

    If I run nude across the lawn I must make it across ere dawn. But this is a dream It seems. If I awake before I close The distance ‘tween me and this rose I might just die Inside. Just one stride and I’ll be there Her beauty is beyond compare A shame!  You call…